Booker tries to make the day as good as he can, relying on what he's seen
since coming to this place, vague memories of his own youth and a few
questions asked of confused bakers behind Elizabeth's back. He doesn't
think he's been a great success, but he knows he wasn't a complete failure
at least. At least he hopes. His head pounds enough all day that he's not
sure he remembers it all by the end, but he knows they've accomplished
something if only by the amount of crap he carries back up to the apartment
once they're home.
There's enough clothes to get Elizabeth through the next week at least, the
remains of a picnic in a basket bought just for the occasion. He makes the
mistake of taking her to the bookstore and telling her to get whatever she
wants and for good measure he gets a new chew toy for Oliver, too. And when
everything's been dragged up and dropped on the floor somewhere, they're
just in time for the delivery of the cake, complete with candles, balloons
and her name on top.
Now there's some documentary on the television, something about the US
passing a law against alcohol that he doesn't quite believe, and they're
sitting on the battered sofa together while he tries to figure out why he
feels so... happy. It certainly isn't like him and as much as his head
hurts right now he knows he should be miserable, but for now he just feels
good.
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Date: 2014-07-02 09:34 pm (UTC)Booker tries to make the day as good as he can, relying on what he's seen since coming to this place, vague memories of his own youth and a few questions asked of confused bakers behind Elizabeth's back. He doesn't think he's been a great success, but he knows he wasn't a complete failure at least. At least he hopes. His head pounds enough all day that he's not sure he remembers it all by the end, but he knows they've accomplished something if only by the amount of crap he carries back up to the apartment once they're home.
There's enough clothes to get Elizabeth through the next week at least, the remains of a picnic in a basket bought just for the occasion. He makes the mistake of taking her to the bookstore and telling her to get whatever she wants and for good measure he gets a new chew toy for Oliver, too. And when everything's been dragged up and dropped on the floor somewhere, they're just in time for the delivery of the cake, complete with candles, balloons and her name on top.
Now there's some documentary on the television, something about the US passing a law against alcohol that he doesn't quite believe, and they're sitting on the battered sofa together while he tries to figure out why he feels so... happy. It certainly isn't like him and as much as his head hurts right now he knows he should be miserable, but for now he just feels good.